An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

in all, they had surpassed their

to see this though to the very end and make

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people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with a

bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the fact and hoped everyone also

one brought

level. I mean, look at

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so

Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not

the limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would share

suppose this is a good opportunity for peddlers to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a

Dungeons, especially if it

Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their

choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions

a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just

us. It should be the opposite, don't you

the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his dark

like a traveling businessman, and he

he had remained quiet for most of

Until now.

Jet glanced left and right, ensuring

the massive entrance of the

the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task

words had a grim tone attached to

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there were circumstances

strong or

a result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off

a Dungeon, there were unknown creatures that lurked in the

them, just as they could not understand the